I swam upright, but fortunately there were no large monsters in the water upwards. After a few minutes, I touched the hard stone wall again
However, I immediately realized a new problem and couldn't find the way in when I came in!
I have deviated from my original direction. In this turbid yellow, I can't see the narrow hole. In front of me, only the flat and wide stone walls are the same.
I was exploring back and forth in the approximate range I estimated, hoping to find an outlet, but I got nothing. Worry, anxiety and fear grew and entangled in my heart bit by bit. After a while, I don’t know how long it took, maybe two hours, maybe three hours, maybe longer, finally, my last little confidence collapsed.
I floated there helplessly, crying like a child who was lost to my mother. The tears disappeared in the endless yellow without any traces.
For the outside world, did I also want to disappear silently?
But when the tears were exhausted, I finally calmed myself down and thought about the current situation: these liquids are nutritious, I will not starve to death, and I will undoubtedly not drown. Judging from my existing experience, there is no sign that the creatures inside will kill me, so I don’t have any imminent danger.
The worst ending I face is that I can never go back to the outside world and the familiar life again. That's right, it scares me. The eternal loneliness is terrifying just thinking about it, but I can't do anything to change this now
I have no way of knowing the size of this cave, but I know it is full of unknowns. There is a deep mystery behind it. Didn’t I come here for this?
I turned around and swam deeper into the yellow. Since I couldn't find the exit upward, I might as well go down and see what happened. There is an old saying in the East that I can die in the morning and die in the evening. I think I might be that kind of person. Even if I want to die, I have to solve the mystery in my heart and die again, right?
But this journey was not much the same as I imagined. I swam for no reason, but I saw nothing. There were no monsters, no conspicuous things, only endless sticky yellows that could not distinguish between the south and north. I was almost disappointed and collapsed. But suddenly, I saw a different color.
It was a little white, the white light, swaying slightly and swaying, like starlight, but it looked extra dazzling in the monotonous dimness. I don’t know how far that is, but that is the only thing different in the dimness. I have no choice but to swim towards it
I swam for hundreds of yards, maybe thousands of yards, maybe a few miles, the stars get bigger and brighter little by little, I know I'm getting closer and closer
And when the light finally filled my vision, I saw something in the white light, I couldn't see what it was, but I could see that thing twisting
I continued to move forward, the yellow and turbid color faded beside me, I completely entered the white area, and when I finally got close to that thing, I saw clearly that it was a woman
Not Nika, not Anna, not Irina...
She looks like an oriental, with long black hair, a small nose and lips. Strangely, I think she looks familiar, but I can't remember where she has seen her before.
But it was not just a woman, otherwise I think I could have identified it long ago. I couldn't see it because there was something else surrounding her. They were a few creatures like squids, wrapping her with their wrist-thick tentacles around her, spreading her legs lewdly to both sides. Her vagina, anus, and urethra had several tentacles inserted into her vagina, anus and urethra. Her pink and enlarged nipples were oozing white. She put her fingers into the sticky nipples and digging them deeply. She closed her eyes, with an intoxicated expression on her face, and her long and black eyelashes covered her lower eyelids.
who is she?
Is this another captive of this strange Huang Tang?
But no matter what, I finally found something special
I wanted to call her, but after thinking about it, I didn't know what it was, so I finally had to reach out and touch her arm
This made her tremble suddenly. She opened her eyes, revealing her beautiful dark eyes, looking at me with a little astonishment, but it was only a few seconds, and then she smiled
She reached out and patted a squid that was thrusting into her. The squid disappeared immediately!
Melted into the white light like a shadow, and then the other squid disappeared!
Then, the white light disappeared, and there was still a turbid yellow around it.
I asked: Who are you?
But she didn't answer anything. She reached out to grab my arm, but her other hand reached my private parts
I wanted to stop her, but found that my whole body was as unmovable as if it was anesthesia. She smiled and caressed my clitoris that was enlarged by toxins. The numb pleasure spread throughout her body. She used her fingers to push away my petals and gently scratched my tender flesh. I felt the mucus of desire being secreted, slowly oozing out from the hole and milk together.
She rubbed and stroked my slippery vagina with her palms back and forth, raising my desire little by little. Then she rolled her palm slightly into the middle and slowly inserted her whole hand into my vagina. For me, who had just been inserted by dozens of tentacles, it was not too difficult, but I could be surprised to feel that my vagina was no longer loose. When her hand was inserted, I could feel obvious resistance, and the amount of milk secreted was much less. I think during the time I was swimming just now, my body had gradually returned to normal, which made my mood feel a lot more relaxed.
Her fingers touched my cervix and gently stroked her, making me unable to help twisting lewdly. Then she clenched her hand into a fist in my vagina, stretched out her middle finger, and gently penetrated through the small mouth in the middle of the cervix.
The elasticity of the cervix also surprised me. Not long ago, she was stretched and inserted by my own whole hand, but now she is as tight as a small rubber ring
When I was immersed in the pleasure of fisting, suddenly, a burning heat spreads in my uterus. What is that?
She must have put something in my uterus!
She slowly pulled out her hand, put her fingers into her mouth and sucked them charmingly, then swam a few feet away, and looked at me quietly
When the heat gradually subsided, I found that my body had regained its ability to move, but when I was about to do something, I felt something strange. I felt something growing in my uterus. It expanded and wriggled. The feeling made me feel indescribable. My abdomen bulged little by little, and the bulging uterus squeezed the internal organs, making me feel nauseous and vomited like a pregnancy reaction. But until the thing started to squeeze open my small cervix, I suddenly realized that it was not something growing in my uterus, but my uterus growing by itself!
That thing is growing from the wall of my uterus, it is part of my body!
I felt strange that my mind had not been used to the feeling coming from it, but it did have feelings, although it was very subtle, but when it tried hard to squeeze through the cervix, I was sure that I had pleasure. Part of the pleasure came from the cervix that had been modified before, and part of the new monster
I began to try to control the new flesh and blood, directed it to break through the cervix and squeeze into the vagina, which was flowing with milk and vaginal fluid at the same time. I found that the vagina had also tightened. I couldn't believe that a few hours ago she had been supported by more than a dozen tentacles like a small bucket.
The new body moved slowly and weakly, and brought me a burst of pleasure. I think the feeling of men and women when having sex should be similar to this, right?
But the difference is that I now play two roles at the same time!
I began to deliberately tighten my vagina, which made the pleasure on both sides stronger, and I couldn't help but moan softly.
When the growing thing finally poked out the vaginal opening, I saw clearly that it was a pink sticky and thick flesh column. It could twist flexibly, but it was not soft, but as firm as a man's penis. It was still stretching continuously. Finally, I realized that this was a tentacle, a tentacle that grew from my uterine wall, a tentacle
But I immediately realized that this was just the beginning, because I could feel something new was trying to squeeze through the tense cervix, and my abdomen continued to swell, because more tentacles were growing, they were curled up and wriggling in the crowded uterus, looking for a way out. Although they were part of my body, they were like self-conscious lives, relying on some instinct to move
The older the tentacles, the stronger the feeling it conveys to me, I tried to control them, but controlling these limbs that humans had never had before made me seem extremely clumsy. Maybe it can be compared with a baby who has just learned to walk.
The first tentacle that grew out has reached more than two meters long. It no longer stretched, but its color is becoming brighter and pea-sized protrusions have begun to appear on the surface. Three tentacles have also drilled out of the vaginal opening. More new tentacles are still surging in the uterus. The vagina and cervix are constantly being stretched open, making me feel heart-wrenching pain, but it is no longer so terrible, because I have been exaggerated once.
The tightly wrapped tentacles bring me intoxicating pleasure
The lust in my heart was once again stirred up, and I began to throw all my fear and worries behind me. So what if I die tomorrow?
Let me first enjoy the happiness that humans shouldn’t have!
My vagina was being filled and torn apart by tentacles one by one, but this time it was from the inside out. And last time, most of the tentacles just expanded my vagina but did not invade my uterus. But this time, all the tentacles had to drill out from the small hole that was difficult for even the little finger to pass through!
Through those tentacles, I could feel that my cervix no longer exists. More than a dozen tentacles expanded her and her vagina to a terrifying size. Now my entire uterus and vagina have been connected into a straight and wide cave. Her exit is open between my legs that were trembling wildly due to pleasure, like a bucket. The dense tentacles filled her, stretching the tender flesh at the mouth of the hole as almost transparent as tapered paper.
The milky white and viscous liquid sprayed out from the gaps of the tentacles more and more crazily.
But such crazy abuse made my pain diminished a little bit. I began to guess that the toxin I had injected was far more complicated and exquisite than I thought. It was not a one-time drug, but a complete set of mechanisms was added to my body. When my genitals were stimulated, the body would start the series of functions on its own, suppressing pain, strengthening pleasure, and allowing cells to proliferate to adapt to expansion...
Oh my God, that is a magical masterpiece, and the creator of all this, whether he is a god or a demon, is intimidating enough
Maybe the secretion of hormones that promote sexual desire is also part of these functions, but maybe I am really a crazy and lewd bad girl in my bones
In short, the fiery lust is burning like wildfire in my body. It swallows my reason, making me forget everything, and only desire more and more crazy happiness.
My urethra, anus and nipples, those holes that have been changed to be as sensitive as my vagina, I can feel them getting hot, sticky and slippery liquid flowing out of each hole, dissipating like smoke in the yellow ocean
I tried hard to control the tentacles that were twisting like snakes, but it was quite difficult. You can imagine what it would be like if you suddenly had twenty extra hands. Besides, I always had two hands, but I never had one tentacle before.
After several minutes of unbearable efforts, I finally put a tentacle on my nipples that were spitting milk and love juice. The top of the tentacle had become bright red and extremely sensitive. When I touched the solid skin, it felt like it was burning like a piece of charcoal, but the burning pain was a sensation, just like the feeling when I first opened my foreskin and touched my clitoris.
But it is even more difficult to stuff the uncontrollable body into the tightened breast hole. It is like excessive exercise and the muscles are sore and unable to use force. I haven't learned how to use the strength of the tentacles. The tentacles clumsily rub and wipe them on the nipples, but they can't enter. This awkward situation was not until I finally remembered that I actually had two normal hands that I had finished. I held my nipples with one hand and grabbed the ridiculous tentacles with the other hand, accompanied byA moaning like relief, inserted it deeply into the impatient breast hole. The white juice was squeezed and sprayed out. The flexible breast flesh tightly held the sensitive front end of the tentacles. The strong pleasure from the tentacles and breasts made me twitch like an electric shock, and the pleasure also forced me to continue to ask for it. I grabbed another tentacle and stuffed it into the remaining breasts in a manner. This time the pleasure instantly rushed me to climax.
As the thick vaginal fluid shot out from the urethra, all the tentacles suddenly became stiff and trembling. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure of the rising tide overwhelmed me...
And when I recovered from the pleasure, I realized that something seemed to have changed.
Now every hole on my body is eager to be inserted and filled. They are squirting out strands of mucus. I control the tentacles to satisfy them. But I suddenly find that those tentacles are more flexible and powerful than before. I can slowly stuff a tentacle into my anus without the help of my hand. Although I still feel a little overwhelmed, I am sure it is stronger than before. The problem now has become: how can I maintain control of my body in the pleasure of making people almost faint
Every time I push my tentacles in a little hard, my anus will instinctively contract, and the hole tightly clamps the sensitive front end of the tentacles. The pleasure makes me tremble all over and have to stop.
I struggled forward again and again. The tentacle was thicker than a man's arm. Such a huge creature was incredible to ordinary people. But compared with the hole in front of her, it was nothing at all. In my once petite and lovely vagina, there were more than a dozen such giant creatures, and they all grew from the depths of my own body.
Under the stimulation of pleasure, milk and vaginal fluid were pouring out from every hole in my body, almost dyeing all the liquid around me milky white
And when the tentacle in my anus advanced to more than a foot, I had an orgasm again
All the holes contracted violently, bringing strong stimulation to the tentacles, which made the impact of orgasm even more violent, making me feel like I was about to melt.
Come back to the dizzy pleasure, I try to exercise those tentacles. Now I can almost certain that every orgasm will make them stronger and better control. After each time they become strong, they will need more pleasure stimulation to reach a new climax, and each orgasm will be stronger than before...
It's such a design that makes people want to stop. Thinking of this, I wish I could enjoy the next limit quickly.
Now I can use my tentacles freely. Although my attention can only be focused on one tentacle, I think it is almost as useful as an arm
I manipulated my tentacles to attack the narrowest forbidden area I had left, but it was very difficult. The tentacles in my vagina had stretched the hole wall like a piece of thin paper, and the thin urethra was squeezed so that there was no space left. I tried to insert a finger into it first. It made me feel severe pain, but the desire for pleasure overwhelmed the fear of pain, and even made me feel the urge to abuse myself roughly. I used my fingers to pull the urethra upward, revealing a little gap., allowing me to put the fingers of the other hand in. When both fingers were deeply inserted into the narrow urethra, I stopped, gasped, and prepared for a while. Then I gritted my teeth and pulled my fingers away from both sides. With my scream, the urethra opening was separated by a gap of two fingers wide. I didn't care about the pain at all, and rushed to squeeze the tip of the tentacle into the small opening, then held the tentacle with both hands and inserted it into the depths with it.
The lewd function began to work, and the urethra was stretching slowly and painfully, slowly accepting the giant thing far exceeding her natural size. The thick mucus moistened the torn tender flesh. The pain was gradually swallowed by pleasure. I once again became intoxicated by the most instinctive happiness of human beings.
Okay, now all five holes are filled. I stroked the honey flesh stretched as thin as a veil with my hands, and my heart was filled with a strange feeling of satisfaction.
Conquer your own body?
Oh, that's crazy!
No, no, everything is crazy!
Isn’t this yellow abyss even more crazy than anything I can imagine?
Since I have fallen into this crazy world, let the crazy come more violently!
As this thought arose, I began to control all the tentacles in my vagina and thrust violently.
Milk and vaginal fluid sputtered out with the thrusts. The tender vaginal flesh wrapped in the tentacles tightly was squeezed into the body as it was inserted. When the tentacles were pulled out, it would also carry the vaginal flesh out several centimeters. The other tentacles without targets were twisting one after another, bringing my wide open vagina to stimulation. Although I have endured such a thing once, the pleasure this time made me even more intoxicated, because this time, I play the role of beauties and beasts, men and women, abusers and abusers, myself!
The surging pleasure came from the tentacles and the vagina at the same time, which made my mind almost collapse because of overwhelming response.
In this lewd and self-abuse, I reached orgasm again...
No, not once, the impact of one climax just came, and another climax immediately rushed into my mind
And the feeling of the second climax was something I had never experienced before!
I suddenly realized that it was not my orgasm as a girl, but the orgasm of those tentacles, belonging to males.
They were not mature enough before, but now, after several orgasms of my own, they also have the ability to bring orgasms.
The two climaxes came at the same time, and the feeling was indescribable and wonderful!
But the emptiness after the peak made me even more hungry, and that crazy desire was swallowing my mind little by little...
I long for more...
I want to stretch every hole...
The bigger the better, the more painful the better...
More tentacles...
The deeper the better...
Even if it is broken, it doesn't matter...
I don't know if I was controlling the tentacles or the tentacles were controlling me. In short, they were crazily drilling into my breasts, urethra and anus. The unbearable crystal wall of crystal flesh came with a severe pain that was about torn, but the pain made me even more excited. My heart was longing for tyranny. I felt like there was another me. She was in my mind, she smiled wildly, exerting conquest and abuse. She was me, but not me, she attacked, and the ravaged pity I was shrunk, but was lured by pleasure to meet us...
What the hell is going on...
Is that the lewd self buried in my heart or something...
Ah……
I can't think about it anymore, I don't think about it...
What does those have to do?
I'm very happy, aren't I...
Well, that's enough...
All my vaginas were stretched wildly, and the tentacles invaded one by one. My nipples can't hold them with both hands now. The wall of the nipple hole is just a layer of pink gauze, wrapped in large clusters of twitching tentacles, and the filament-like blood vessels under the gauze are looming.
The urethra and anus are similar, and the vagina that should be the girl’s most private vagina is even more terrifying because the tentacles inserted into the other four vaginas are all sticking out from her!
She accommodated the sum of other pussies!
My entire lower body no longer looks like a human body, but is just a huge flesh ring wrapped in a pile of tentacles. The different pleasures of conquest and being conquered are intertwined in my heart at the same time. Especially when the tentacles are pulled out, I feel very excited. Two different climaxes are flooding me one after another, and my remaining rationality fades away little by little...
It is my own consciousness that controls those tentacles...
But I don't want to...
I can control them...
But I can't control myself...
No……
But all this still cannot eliminate my hunger, but instead makes it stronger every time. The size of the vagina restricts the total amount of tentacles. The other four vaginas can only get so many insertions into the vagina. No, this cannot be satisfied at all. They all want so much, but it is impossible. This makes me anxious to cry. I used those tentacles to try to spread them around, leaving a deep hole in the middle, so that they can have a larger size than the inserted tentacles. I can't see what the vagina in my lower body looks like, but I can see the terrible deformation of my breasts, but the pity's breasts have been stretched to be larger than the root of the breasts. Now my breasts are no longer conical in front, big in back, but have become cylinders with big in front and small in back!
From the mouth of the bowl supported by tentacles, you can clearly see the flesh walls covered with tender buds and the tiny milk infusion tube holes, and the white milk is still seeping out from it.
But this still has little effect. One kind of hunger is slightly relieved, and the other kind of hunger is growing again. The stretched hole wall has a larger surface area, and these areas are eager to be rubbed and squeezed, which makes me even more empty and unbearable
I think only the real limit can satisfy them, but I can't do it, which makes me helpless and disappointed. At this time, I would rather have a monster beside me and use its huge tentacles to fill all my vagina Ah, so I don't need to go through so much trouble and not be satisfied...
At this time, she moved
That woman, she kept floating there silently, staring at me who was extremely lewd with a faint smile, but now she was moving, her long ink hair dancing in the dimness, like a shadow that never dispersed. She twisted her body gently like a fish, slowly swimming towards me
Then, she stretched out a hand and held my hand. The hand was as hot as charcoal. No, it was not just her hand that was hot, but the restless heat spread like poison, spreading rapidly along my limbs, making my whole body hot
She stretched out her other hand gracefully, held my neck, pulled me towards her, she stared at my eyes, showed a sweet smile, and then kissed my trembling lips suddenly, and her dexterous tongue pushed away my teeth, and reached into my moaning mouth, stirring like a little snake.
oh!
I dare swear I am definitely not a homosexual, but her kiss seems to have magical magic, which makes me feel extremely comfortable
That feeling is not the pleasure of sex, but a kind of tranquility and tranquility...
The feeling of happiness is like the feeling of snuggling in my mother's arms when I was a child
I reached out to hug her tightly, our lips pressed against each other, and our tongues stirred each other. Her saliva flowed into my mouth, with a slight sweet smell. She blew gently, urging me to swallow her liquid, but when the liquid flowed into my stomach, it burned like a strong wine.
When I swallowed all the hot saliva, she stopped kissing and still looked at me with a smile. She held my hand and folded her hand on her chest. Then, she opened her mouth and began to sing the song soft and distant, like a flower fragrance refreshing the heart. The most special thing is that the sound did not seem to be coming from liquid at all, but as if it was blowing through the wind through my ears, but from the gentle syllables, I could still tell a sentence. Em Anharlies Meen,Lit Xen Lif Lathn, I understand, the change has begun again.
There is something new in my uterus, I can feel it growing little by little, no, my uterus has been filled with tentacles, it is actually growing inside one of the tentacles
As it grew, my abdomen gradually bulged, like a pregnant woman, but it didn't seem so smooth and soft, but made me feel a tingling pain, like countless thorns were about to burst in my body. It didn't feel like it was in my stomach, but in my vagina. I think maybe the center of those tentacles was similar to the structure of a girl's vagina, right?
But this is natural. The vagina that is connected to the uterus is originally the Ah of the vagina. So, the feeling is not just pain, but also with a violent pleasure like the vagina being expanded. In this way, pain and happiness intertwined, together with Cute, and finally, it completed its growth and began to move outward.
The movement process is even more terrifying. Every inch of the outward push makes me feel like there are a hundred thorns passing through my vaginal wall. The pain makes me clench my fists, my muscles are stiff and twitching, and my teeth are clattering. If this is also considered childbirth, I think it must be the most painful childbirth in the world.
Surrounded by countless other tentacles, the raised bulge wriggled out from the opening of my vagina little by little along the tentacle. I couldn't help but imagine what kind of monster it was, was it covered in spikes like a sea urchin?
Is it necessary to move along the tentacles to the tip of the head before it is born?
Oh my God, that's been too long, I think I'll collapse in such a long pain
But this time I guessed wrong
It was only a moment, and the severe pain almost fainted. The bright red erupted from under me like a volcanic eruption. I couldn't see what was in the middle, but I knew that something was cutting open the tentacle in an instant, from the inside out
Then, more things stretched out from the cut, spreading the flesh and blood to both sides, allowing the imprisoned body to squeeze through the blade, leave the mother body, and descend to the world
Then it began to swallow the blood greedily, because I saw that the erupted blood was sucked in by the foreign object hidden in the blood red like water in the toilet.
When the bright red gradually faded away, I could finally see the demon. After drinking the blood, it was already bigger than when it was in my body. It was a weird arthropod creature. Its body was covered with insect-like carapaces. The carapace was full of sharp protrusions of different sizes. The tail was as slender as a scorpion and twisted like a centipede. Four pairs of thorny claws danced on their chests, but the most terrifying thing was the pair of mantis-like giant front paws. Its front end was a sharp long sword with serrated teeth, almost a foot long length.
Its head does not look like an insect, but a human head, covered by long blond hair. It raised its head from the blood, and its long hair drifted to both sides. I finally saw clearly, I knew that face
Hell! That's Nika's face!
The vampire with Nika's head swam towards me. She raised her head, opened her mouth, and showed a strange smile to me. I saw her teeth, row after row, as sharp as a knife.
She raised the scorpion tail, and the long spikes stretched out from the end of the tail. She pointed the thorn at my erect little sausage-like clitoris, piercing it deeply, and injecting the hot venom into my most sensitive organ in my violent tremor.
This is not the first time, but this time it feels different. The burning heat gradually spreads from my lower body to my whole body, making my whole body hot like charcoal
I know, something has changed.
She waited for five minutes, as if waiting for the toxin to spread throughout her body. Then she stretched her head to my clitoris, opened her terrifying mouth, and held the piny crystal tender flesh, and hundreds of sharp teeth cut through the most sensitive flesh. The kind of pain that people who have not experienced before will never imagine, but it is not just pain.
At the same time as the pain, there is also the intense pleasure I have never felt before
I understand, this is the effect of the toxin. It may change the connection between nerves, or something else. In short, it connects pain and sexual pleasure. The pain brings pleasure at the same time. The stronger the pain means the stronger the pleasure. Oh my God, is this torture or enjoyment?
She sucked greedily with a satisfied expression. Every time she sucked, she caused sharp teeth to bite her clitoris, and at the same time gave me the most intense pain and the most surging happiness. The feeling made me understand so deeply for the first time what it means to be unable to stop.
When she finally had enough food and let go of her mouth full of sharp teeth, my lower body had already sprayed with orgasm juice.
She raised her head, paused for a moment, and continued to look at me with that evil smile, then she stretched out her sharp knife-like front paws and gently gestured at the mouth of my vagina, Oh! No! What is it going to do?
The blade gently squeezed through the gap of the tentacles, aiming at the thin flesh membrane between the urethra and vagina that had been pulled like a cicada's wing. With a gentle touch
The tender flesh that had been tensed long ago tore from the small gap like a pierced balloon,
Blood gushed out from the spasm of severe pain, but the joy brought by pain was also fierce, and it rushed me to climax in an instant. Urine, vaginal fluid, milk, orgasm white juice and blood sprayed out from my tentacle-filled vagina. There were three vaginas, but now two of them have become one.
And when she slowly moved the blade down, I knew the remaining one was about to join in.
Sure enough, she did it as usual, with a gentle stroke. The flesh wall between the anus and the vagina, which was already on the edge of collapse, was immediately torn off by the tentacles, and tore it all the way from the hole to the cervix. Before I could recover from the dizziness of the last orgasm, the climaxes brought by new pain followed one after another. The tentacles that broke through the constraints were crowded with each other in the blood, tearing the two cracks even bigger. Under the rough squeeze of the tentacles, my flesh hole gradually lost its original state and finally completely merged into a terrifying hole. The bottom edge of the hole was the once wrinkled hazel anus, but now she has been pulled into a thin one, connected to the pink vaginal wall, and the boundary between the urethral opening and the vagina is completely unrecognizable. They are all pink. Only the blood that seeps out from the gap between the hole wall and the tentacle can distinguish that position is the cut-out blade.
In the interweaving of severe pain and pleasure, I suddenly realized that this is what I want?
Am I longing for all my pussy to get the same expansion?
Now, they are really equal
More tentacles are growing from the depths of my uterus like sprouted bean seedlings, expanding the bloody vagina that is already terrifying enough to make it bigger. The flesh wall secreting mucus and milk is torn and squeezed, growing under the action of the strange toxin. I twitched the tentacles inserted from the outside and inside, rubbing the almost transparent vagina wall, and sending myself to orgasm again and again. In the end, I could feel that the amount of tentacles had reached the limit of my pelvic cavity. Under the constraints of the pelvic bones, I really couldn't accommodate more.
And this has to be thanks to the effects of the toxins injected earlier. They allow the cartilage and ligaments between the pelvic bones to extend under the expansion of tentacles. Otherwise, the pelvic mouth of a normal woman would not even reach this diameter, but they seem to be unable to expand almost infinitely like the tender flesh of the hole wall. I think this is my limit, which makes my heart full of satisfaction. Maybe this is my real wish to come here?
But when I saw the demon raise her sickle again, I began to feel a burst of fear. Her blade approached the top edge of my vagina, the part where the clitoris and the vagina were connected. In my shrill scream, she began to insert the knife ruthlessly and slowly, from the right side of the clitoris, with the back of the knife inward and the blade outward, the honey flesh cracked helplessly, and blood gushed. When it was completely inserted, it twitched back and forth like a saw-wood. I could even feel the squeaking sound of my cartilage being sawed open. Every twitch was accompanied by indescribable pain and bliss. When the last bond connecting the two pubic bones was cut, my pelvic cavity exploded.
I immediately remembered the dream about Irina. In that dream, the things contained in Irina's body far exceeded the size of the normal pelvis, but that time it seemed that the injected toxin dissolved the connection between the bones, and why?
Why do I have to encounter such a terrifying method?
Just like I knew I was free, more tentacles immediately began to grow from my body, rushing to squeeze through the small bucket-like vagina. Now my entire lower body was twisted and deformed. The two hips that had lost their connection were spread back and folded, making my hips almost completely stick together. The huge vagina wrapped with countless tentacles, together with my abdomen, protruded from the open crack between the pubic bones, completely exposed to the pelvic cavity.
Is this my real limit?
You are so lewd, Qin Ya, you are so amazing, I was silently chanting in my heart, I twitched those tentacles frantically, the pleasure of the body and psychological pleasure rushed to the peak, bright red and white liquid poured out from the gap between the tender flesh and the tentacles, and the red gradually faded, I knew that the toxins were making my body heal quickly, and in the end there was only the pleasure of love juice and the thick juice of orgasm left.
I didn't forget the completely deformed breasts. I used my tentacles to fill the pair of breasts that were supposed to be the size of a pinhole, but now her diameter is larger than the root of her breasts. Her breasts have long lost her conical appearance. Now the whole breasts look like a cylinder wrapped in a bundle of tentacles. The front end of the cylinder is the brown color of the nipples, and the light redness of the areola, and the back is the fair skin. Through the nearly transparent flesh wall, you can still see the tentacles huddled in it. Only the thick milk that pours out can prove that it was once the most beautiful and charming part of the girl.
But in the vague dimma of ecstasy, I caught a glimpse of the vampire raising its blade again, and I wanted to scream No!
, but my throat seemed uncontrollable. I could not control it. I could not see the blood-stained knife stabbing from the mons pubis into my abdomen, and cut it up gracefully and decisively, cutting it to my chest. The internal organs that had been squeezed by tentacles for a long time scattered like eels breaking the net. In the terrified cold but silent horror, the blood mist bloomed like roses, but the pleasure had not subsided. She accompanied my consciousness and faded little by little, and the darkness gradually occupied my vision...
it's over……
It's finally over...
But no, I don't want to end like that...
No…………
No……………………
(Only a fool would think it is really over... How can it end before the answer is revealed?)
When I regained consciousness again, I found that I was lying on the bed. I opened my eyes and looked around. It was not the furnishings in the house that I was familiar with. The decorations in the room were like the style that was popular twenty or thirty years ago. The windows were hung with curtains, and I couldn't see anything outside the window. Only the gentle sunlight penetrated through the curtains and swayed in the room. The woman was sitting on a chair facing the bed.
She spoke
Now you can ask, the selected person
Her voice was crisp and pleasant, and after soaking in the yellow soup for a long time, it was enough to be pleasant to hear the voices again.
What is this place? I can't wait to ask
Dream
Dream? Whose dream?
My, yours, dreamweaver, maybe others
So...Who are you? I finally remembered to continue the initial question
I am the guardian, responsible for guarding the dreamweaver's tomb
Who is the Dreamweaver you are talking about? Did he create those monsters?
Monster? She looked confused, but after a few seconds, she seemed to understand: No, it's not it
Who is that?
She looked at me and smiled like a mocking smile:
It's you
However, I immediately realized a new problem and couldn't find the way in when I came in!
I have deviated from my original direction. In this turbid yellow, I can't see the narrow hole. In front of me, only the flat and wide stone walls are the same.
I was exploring back and forth in the approximate range I estimated, hoping to find an outlet, but I got nothing. Worry, anxiety and fear grew and entangled in my heart bit by bit. After a while, I don’t know how long it took, maybe two hours, maybe three hours, maybe longer, finally, my last little confidence collapsed.
I floated there helplessly, crying like a child who was lost to my mother. The tears disappeared in the endless yellow without any traces.
For the outside world, did I also want to disappear silently?
But when the tears were exhausted, I finally calmed myself down and thought about the current situation: these liquids are nutritious, I will not starve to death, and I will undoubtedly not drown. Judging from my existing experience, there is no sign that the creatures inside will kill me, so I don’t have any imminent danger.
The worst ending I face is that I can never go back to the outside world and the familiar life again. That's right, it scares me. The eternal loneliness is terrifying just thinking about it, but I can't do anything to change this now
I have no way of knowing the size of this cave, but I know it is full of unknowns. There is a deep mystery behind it. Didn’t I come here for this?
I turned around and swam deeper into the yellow. Since I couldn't find the exit upward, I might as well go down and see what happened. There is an old saying in the East that I can die in the morning and die in the evening. I think I might be that kind of person. Even if I want to die, I have to solve the mystery in my heart and die again, right?
But this journey was not much the same as I imagined. I swam for no reason, but I saw nothing. There were no monsters, no conspicuous things, only endless sticky yellows that could not distinguish between the south and north. I was almost disappointed and collapsed. But suddenly, I saw a different color.
It was a little white, the white light, swaying slightly and swaying, like starlight, but it looked extra dazzling in the monotonous dimness. I don’t know how far that is, but that is the only thing different in the dimness. I have no choice but to swim towards it
I swam for hundreds of yards, maybe thousands of yards, maybe a few miles, the stars get bigger and brighter little by little, I know I'm getting closer and closer
And when the light finally filled my vision, I saw something in the white light, I couldn't see what it was, but I could see that thing twisting
I continued to move forward, the yellow and turbid color faded beside me, I completely entered the white area, and when I finally got close to that thing, I saw clearly that it was a woman
Not Nika, not Anna, not Irina...
She looks like an oriental, with long black hair, a small nose and lips. Strangely, I think she looks familiar, but I can't remember where she has seen her before.
But it was not just a woman, otherwise I think I could have identified it long ago. I couldn't see it because there was something else surrounding her. They were a few creatures like squids, wrapping her with their wrist-thick tentacles around her, spreading her legs lewdly to both sides. Her vagina, anus, and urethra had several tentacles inserted into her vagina, anus and urethra. Her pink and enlarged nipples were oozing white. She put her fingers into the sticky nipples and digging them deeply. She closed her eyes, with an intoxicated expression on her face, and her long and black eyelashes covered her lower eyelids.
who is she?
Is this another captive of this strange Huang Tang?
But no matter what, I finally found something special
I wanted to call her, but after thinking about it, I didn't know what it was, so I finally had to reach out and touch her arm
This made her tremble suddenly. She opened her eyes, revealing her beautiful dark eyes, looking at me with a little astonishment, but it was only a few seconds, and then she smiled
She reached out and patted a squid that was thrusting into her. The squid disappeared immediately!
Melted into the white light like a shadow, and then the other squid disappeared!
Then, the white light disappeared, and there was still a turbid yellow around it.
I asked: Who are you?
But she didn't answer anything. She reached out to grab my arm, but her other hand reached my private parts
I wanted to stop her, but found that my whole body was as unmovable as if it was anesthesia. She smiled and caressed my clitoris that was enlarged by toxins. The numb pleasure spread throughout her body. She used her fingers to push away my petals and gently scratched my tender flesh. I felt the mucus of desire being secreted, slowly oozing out from the hole and milk together.
She rubbed and stroked my slippery vagina with her palms back and forth, raising my desire little by little. Then she rolled her palm slightly into the middle and slowly inserted her whole hand into my vagina. For me, who had just been inserted by dozens of tentacles, it was not too difficult, but I could be surprised to feel that my vagina was no longer loose. When her hand was inserted, I could feel obvious resistance, and the amount of milk secreted was much less. I think during the time I was swimming just now, my body had gradually returned to normal, which made my mood feel a lot more relaxed.
Her fingers touched my cervix and gently stroked her, making me unable to help twisting lewdly. Then she clenched her hand into a fist in my vagina, stretched out her middle finger, and gently penetrated through the small mouth in the middle of the cervix.
The elasticity of the cervix also surprised me. Not long ago, she was stretched and inserted by my own whole hand, but now she is as tight as a small rubber ring
When I was immersed in the pleasure of fisting, suddenly, a burning heat spreads in my uterus. What is that?
She must have put something in my uterus!
She slowly pulled out her hand, put her fingers into her mouth and sucked them charmingly, then swam a few feet away, and looked at me quietly
When the heat gradually subsided, I found that my body had regained its ability to move, but when I was about to do something, I felt something strange. I felt something growing in my uterus. It expanded and wriggled. The feeling made me feel indescribable. My abdomen bulged little by little, and the bulging uterus squeezed the internal organs, making me feel nauseous and vomited like a pregnancy reaction. But until the thing started to squeeze open my small cervix, I suddenly realized that it was not something growing in my uterus, but my uterus growing by itself!
That thing is growing from the wall of my uterus, it is part of my body!
I felt strange that my mind had not been used to the feeling coming from it, but it did have feelings, although it was very subtle, but when it tried hard to squeeze through the cervix, I was sure that I had pleasure. Part of the pleasure came from the cervix that had been modified before, and part of the new monster
I began to try to control the new flesh and blood, directed it to break through the cervix and squeeze into the vagina, which was flowing with milk and vaginal fluid at the same time. I found that the vagina had also tightened. I couldn't believe that a few hours ago she had been supported by more than a dozen tentacles like a small bucket.
The new body moved slowly and weakly, and brought me a burst of pleasure. I think the feeling of men and women when having sex should be similar to this, right?
But the difference is that I now play two roles at the same time!
I began to deliberately tighten my vagina, which made the pleasure on both sides stronger, and I couldn't help but moan softly.
When the growing thing finally poked out the vaginal opening, I saw clearly that it was a pink sticky and thick flesh column. It could twist flexibly, but it was not soft, but as firm as a man's penis. It was still stretching continuously. Finally, I realized that this was a tentacle, a tentacle that grew from my uterine wall, a tentacle
But I immediately realized that this was just the beginning, because I could feel something new was trying to squeeze through the tense cervix, and my abdomen continued to swell, because more tentacles were growing, they were curled up and wriggling in the crowded uterus, looking for a way out. Although they were part of my body, they were like self-conscious lives, relying on some instinct to move
The older the tentacles, the stronger the feeling it conveys to me, I tried to control them, but controlling these limbs that humans had never had before made me seem extremely clumsy. Maybe it can be compared with a baby who has just learned to walk.
The first tentacle that grew out has reached more than two meters long. It no longer stretched, but its color is becoming brighter and pea-sized protrusions have begun to appear on the surface. Three tentacles have also drilled out of the vaginal opening. More new tentacles are still surging in the uterus. The vagina and cervix are constantly being stretched open, making me feel heart-wrenching pain, but it is no longer so terrible, because I have been exaggerated once.
The tightly wrapped tentacles bring me intoxicating pleasure
The lust in my heart was once again stirred up, and I began to throw all my fear and worries behind me. So what if I die tomorrow?
Let me first enjoy the happiness that humans shouldn’t have!
My vagina was being filled and torn apart by tentacles one by one, but this time it was from the inside out. And last time, most of the tentacles just expanded my vagina but did not invade my uterus. But this time, all the tentacles had to drill out from the small hole that was difficult for even the little finger to pass through!
Through those tentacles, I could feel that my cervix no longer exists. More than a dozen tentacles expanded her and her vagina to a terrifying size. Now my entire uterus and vagina have been connected into a straight and wide cave. Her exit is open between my legs that were trembling wildly due to pleasure, like a bucket. The dense tentacles filled her, stretching the tender flesh at the mouth of the hole as almost transparent as tapered paper.
The milky white and viscous liquid sprayed out from the gaps of the tentacles more and more crazily.
But such crazy abuse made my pain diminished a little bit. I began to guess that the toxin I had injected was far more complicated and exquisite than I thought. It was not a one-time drug, but a complete set of mechanisms was added to my body. When my genitals were stimulated, the body would start the series of functions on its own, suppressing pain, strengthening pleasure, and allowing cells to proliferate to adapt to expansion...
Oh my God, that is a magical masterpiece, and the creator of all this, whether he is a god or a demon, is intimidating enough
Maybe the secretion of hormones that promote sexual desire is also part of these functions, but maybe I am really a crazy and lewd bad girl in my bones
In short, the fiery lust is burning like wildfire in my body. It swallows my reason, making me forget everything, and only desire more and more crazy happiness.
My urethra, anus and nipples, those holes that have been changed to be as sensitive as my vagina, I can feel them getting hot, sticky and slippery liquid flowing out of each hole, dissipating like smoke in the yellow ocean
I tried hard to control the tentacles that were twisting like snakes, but it was quite difficult. You can imagine what it would be like if you suddenly had twenty extra hands. Besides, I always had two hands, but I never had one tentacle before.
After several minutes of unbearable efforts, I finally put a tentacle on my nipples that were spitting milk and love juice. The top of the tentacle had become bright red and extremely sensitive. When I touched the solid skin, it felt like it was burning like a piece of charcoal, but the burning pain was a sensation, just like the feeling when I first opened my foreskin and touched my clitoris.
But it is even more difficult to stuff the uncontrollable body into the tightened breast hole. It is like excessive exercise and the muscles are sore and unable to use force. I haven't learned how to use the strength of the tentacles. The tentacles clumsily rub and wipe them on the nipples, but they can't enter. This awkward situation was not until I finally remembered that I actually had two normal hands that I had finished. I held my nipples with one hand and grabbed the ridiculous tentacles with the other hand, accompanied byA moaning like relief, inserted it deeply into the impatient breast hole. The white juice was squeezed and sprayed out. The flexible breast flesh tightly held the sensitive front end of the tentacles. The strong pleasure from the tentacles and breasts made me twitch like an electric shock, and the pleasure also forced me to continue to ask for it. I grabbed another tentacle and stuffed it into the remaining breasts in a manner. This time the pleasure instantly rushed me to climax.
As the thick vaginal fluid shot out from the urethra, all the tentacles suddenly became stiff and trembling. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure of the rising tide overwhelmed me...
And when I recovered from the pleasure, I realized that something seemed to have changed.
Now every hole on my body is eager to be inserted and filled. They are squirting out strands of mucus. I control the tentacles to satisfy them. But I suddenly find that those tentacles are more flexible and powerful than before. I can slowly stuff a tentacle into my anus without the help of my hand. Although I still feel a little overwhelmed, I am sure it is stronger than before. The problem now has become: how can I maintain control of my body in the pleasure of making people almost faint
Every time I push my tentacles in a little hard, my anus will instinctively contract, and the hole tightly clamps the sensitive front end of the tentacles. The pleasure makes me tremble all over and have to stop.
I struggled forward again and again. The tentacle was thicker than a man's arm. Such a huge creature was incredible to ordinary people. But compared with the hole in front of her, it was nothing at all. In my once petite and lovely vagina, there were more than a dozen such giant creatures, and they all grew from the depths of my own body.
Under the stimulation of pleasure, milk and vaginal fluid were pouring out from every hole in my body, almost dyeing all the liquid around me milky white
And when the tentacle in my anus advanced to more than a foot, I had an orgasm again
All the holes contracted violently, bringing strong stimulation to the tentacles, which made the impact of orgasm even more violent, making me feel like I was about to melt.
Come back to the dizzy pleasure, I try to exercise those tentacles. Now I can almost certain that every orgasm will make them stronger and better control. After each time they become strong, they will need more pleasure stimulation to reach a new climax, and each orgasm will be stronger than before...
It's such a design that makes people want to stop. Thinking of this, I wish I could enjoy the next limit quickly.
Now I can use my tentacles freely. Although my attention can only be focused on one tentacle, I think it is almost as useful as an arm
I manipulated my tentacles to attack the narrowest forbidden area I had left, but it was very difficult. The tentacles in my vagina had stretched the hole wall like a piece of thin paper, and the thin urethra was squeezed so that there was no space left. I tried to insert a finger into it first. It made me feel severe pain, but the desire for pleasure overwhelmed the fear of pain, and even made me feel the urge to abuse myself roughly. I used my fingers to pull the urethra upward, revealing a little gap., allowing me to put the fingers of the other hand in. When both fingers were deeply inserted into the narrow urethra, I stopped, gasped, and prepared for a while. Then I gritted my teeth and pulled my fingers away from both sides. With my scream, the urethra opening was separated by a gap of two fingers wide. I didn't care about the pain at all, and rushed to squeeze the tip of the tentacle into the small opening, then held the tentacle with both hands and inserted it into the depths with it.
The lewd function began to work, and the urethra was stretching slowly and painfully, slowly accepting the giant thing far exceeding her natural size. The thick mucus moistened the torn tender flesh. The pain was gradually swallowed by pleasure. I once again became intoxicated by the most instinctive happiness of human beings.
Okay, now all five holes are filled. I stroked the honey flesh stretched as thin as a veil with my hands, and my heart was filled with a strange feeling of satisfaction.
Conquer your own body?
Oh, that's crazy!
No, no, everything is crazy!
Isn’t this yellow abyss even more crazy than anything I can imagine?
Since I have fallen into this crazy world, let the crazy come more violently!
As this thought arose, I began to control all the tentacles in my vagina and thrust violently.
Milk and vaginal fluid sputtered out with the thrusts. The tender vaginal flesh wrapped in the tentacles tightly was squeezed into the body as it was inserted. When the tentacles were pulled out, it would also carry the vaginal flesh out several centimeters. The other tentacles without targets were twisting one after another, bringing my wide open vagina to stimulation. Although I have endured such a thing once, the pleasure this time made me even more intoxicated, because this time, I play the role of beauties and beasts, men and women, abusers and abusers, myself!
The surging pleasure came from the tentacles and the vagina at the same time, which made my mind almost collapse because of overwhelming response.
In this lewd and self-abuse, I reached orgasm again...
No, not once, the impact of one climax just came, and another climax immediately rushed into my mind
And the feeling of the second climax was something I had never experienced before!
I suddenly realized that it was not my orgasm as a girl, but the orgasm of those tentacles, belonging to males.
They were not mature enough before, but now, after several orgasms of my own, they also have the ability to bring orgasms.
The two climaxes came at the same time, and the feeling was indescribable and wonderful!
But the emptiness after the peak made me even more hungry, and that crazy desire was swallowing my mind little by little...
I long for more...
I want to stretch every hole...
The bigger the better, the more painful the better...
More tentacles...
The deeper the better...
Even if it is broken, it doesn't matter...
I don't know if I was controlling the tentacles or the tentacles were controlling me. In short, they were crazily drilling into my breasts, urethra and anus. The unbearable crystal wall of crystal flesh came with a severe pain that was about torn, but the pain made me even more excited. My heart was longing for tyranny. I felt like there was another me. She was in my mind, she smiled wildly, exerting conquest and abuse. She was me, but not me, she attacked, and the ravaged pity I was shrunk, but was lured by pleasure to meet us...
What the hell is going on...
Is that the lewd self buried in my heart or something...
Ah……
I can't think about it anymore, I don't think about it...
What does those have to do?
I'm very happy, aren't I...
Well, that's enough...
All my vaginas were stretched wildly, and the tentacles invaded one by one. My nipples can't hold them with both hands now. The wall of the nipple hole is just a layer of pink gauze, wrapped in large clusters of twitching tentacles, and the filament-like blood vessels under the gauze are looming.
The urethra and anus are similar, and the vagina that should be the girl’s most private vagina is even more terrifying because the tentacles inserted into the other four vaginas are all sticking out from her!
She accommodated the sum of other pussies!
My entire lower body no longer looks like a human body, but is just a huge flesh ring wrapped in a pile of tentacles. The different pleasures of conquest and being conquered are intertwined in my heart at the same time. Especially when the tentacles are pulled out, I feel very excited. Two different climaxes are flooding me one after another, and my remaining rationality fades away little by little...
It is my own consciousness that controls those tentacles...
But I don't want to...
I can control them...
But I can't control myself...
No……
But all this still cannot eliminate my hunger, but instead makes it stronger every time. The size of the vagina restricts the total amount of tentacles. The other four vaginas can only get so many insertions into the vagina. No, this cannot be satisfied at all. They all want so much, but it is impossible. This makes me anxious to cry. I used those tentacles to try to spread them around, leaving a deep hole in the middle, so that they can have a larger size than the inserted tentacles. I can't see what the vagina in my lower body looks like, but I can see the terrible deformation of my breasts, but the pity's breasts have been stretched to be larger than the root of the breasts. Now my breasts are no longer conical in front, big in back, but have become cylinders with big in front and small in back!
From the mouth of the bowl supported by tentacles, you can clearly see the flesh walls covered with tender buds and the tiny milk infusion tube holes, and the white milk is still seeping out from it.
But this still has little effect. One kind of hunger is slightly relieved, and the other kind of hunger is growing again. The stretched hole wall has a larger surface area, and these areas are eager to be rubbed and squeezed, which makes me even more empty and unbearable
I think only the real limit can satisfy them, but I can't do it, which makes me helpless and disappointed. At this time, I would rather have a monster beside me and use its huge tentacles to fill all my vagina Ah, so I don't need to go through so much trouble and not be satisfied...
At this time, she moved
That woman, she kept floating there silently, staring at me who was extremely lewd with a faint smile, but now she was moving, her long ink hair dancing in the dimness, like a shadow that never dispersed. She twisted her body gently like a fish, slowly swimming towards me
Then, she stretched out a hand and held my hand. The hand was as hot as charcoal. No, it was not just her hand that was hot, but the restless heat spread like poison, spreading rapidly along my limbs, making my whole body hot
She stretched out her other hand gracefully, held my neck, pulled me towards her, she stared at my eyes, showed a sweet smile, and then kissed my trembling lips suddenly, and her dexterous tongue pushed away my teeth, and reached into my moaning mouth, stirring like a little snake.
oh!
I dare swear I am definitely not a homosexual, but her kiss seems to have magical magic, which makes me feel extremely comfortable
That feeling is not the pleasure of sex, but a kind of tranquility and tranquility...
The feeling of happiness is like the feeling of snuggling in my mother's arms when I was a child
I reached out to hug her tightly, our lips pressed against each other, and our tongues stirred each other. Her saliva flowed into my mouth, with a slight sweet smell. She blew gently, urging me to swallow her liquid, but when the liquid flowed into my stomach, it burned like a strong wine.
When I swallowed all the hot saliva, she stopped kissing and still looked at me with a smile. She held my hand and folded her hand on her chest. Then, she opened her mouth and began to sing the song soft and distant, like a flower fragrance refreshing the heart. The most special thing is that the sound did not seem to be coming from liquid at all, but as if it was blowing through the wind through my ears, but from the gentle syllables, I could still tell a sentence. Em Anharlies Meen,Lit Xen Lif Lathn, I understand, the change has begun again.
There is something new in my uterus, I can feel it growing little by little, no, my uterus has been filled with tentacles, it is actually growing inside one of the tentacles
As it grew, my abdomen gradually bulged, like a pregnant woman, but it didn't seem so smooth and soft, but made me feel a tingling pain, like countless thorns were about to burst in my body. It didn't feel like it was in my stomach, but in my vagina. I think maybe the center of those tentacles was similar to the structure of a girl's vagina, right?
But this is natural. The vagina that is connected to the uterus is originally the Ah of the vagina. So, the feeling is not just pain, but also with a violent pleasure like the vagina being expanded. In this way, pain and happiness intertwined, together with Cute, and finally, it completed its growth and began to move outward.
The movement process is even more terrifying. Every inch of the outward push makes me feel like there are a hundred thorns passing through my vaginal wall. The pain makes me clench my fists, my muscles are stiff and twitching, and my teeth are clattering. If this is also considered childbirth, I think it must be the most painful childbirth in the world.
Surrounded by countless other tentacles, the raised bulge wriggled out from the opening of my vagina little by little along the tentacle. I couldn't help but imagine what kind of monster it was, was it covered in spikes like a sea urchin?
Is it necessary to move along the tentacles to the tip of the head before it is born?
Oh my God, that's been too long, I think I'll collapse in such a long pain
But this time I guessed wrong
It was only a moment, and the severe pain almost fainted. The bright red erupted from under me like a volcanic eruption. I couldn't see what was in the middle, but I knew that something was cutting open the tentacle in an instant, from the inside out
Then, more things stretched out from the cut, spreading the flesh and blood to both sides, allowing the imprisoned body to squeeze through the blade, leave the mother body, and descend to the world
Then it began to swallow the blood greedily, because I saw that the erupted blood was sucked in by the foreign object hidden in the blood red like water in the toilet.
When the bright red gradually faded away, I could finally see the demon. After drinking the blood, it was already bigger than when it was in my body. It was a weird arthropod creature. Its body was covered with insect-like carapaces. The carapace was full of sharp protrusions of different sizes. The tail was as slender as a scorpion and twisted like a centipede. Four pairs of thorny claws danced on their chests, but the most terrifying thing was the pair of mantis-like giant front paws. Its front end was a sharp long sword with serrated teeth, almost a foot long length.
Its head does not look like an insect, but a human head, covered by long blond hair. It raised its head from the blood, and its long hair drifted to both sides. I finally saw clearly, I knew that face
Hell! That's Nika's face!
The vampire with Nika's head swam towards me. She raised her head, opened her mouth, and showed a strange smile to me. I saw her teeth, row after row, as sharp as a knife.
She raised the scorpion tail, and the long spikes stretched out from the end of the tail. She pointed the thorn at my erect little sausage-like clitoris, piercing it deeply, and injecting the hot venom into my most sensitive organ in my violent tremor.
This is not the first time, but this time it feels different. The burning heat gradually spreads from my lower body to my whole body, making my whole body hot like charcoal
I know, something has changed.
She waited for five minutes, as if waiting for the toxin to spread throughout her body. Then she stretched her head to my clitoris, opened her terrifying mouth, and held the piny crystal tender flesh, and hundreds of sharp teeth cut through the most sensitive flesh. The kind of pain that people who have not experienced before will never imagine, but it is not just pain.
At the same time as the pain, there is also the intense pleasure I have never felt before
I understand, this is the effect of the toxin. It may change the connection between nerves, or something else. In short, it connects pain and sexual pleasure. The pain brings pleasure at the same time. The stronger the pain means the stronger the pleasure. Oh my God, is this torture or enjoyment?
She sucked greedily with a satisfied expression. Every time she sucked, she caused sharp teeth to bite her clitoris, and at the same time gave me the most intense pain and the most surging happiness. The feeling made me understand so deeply for the first time what it means to be unable to stop.
When she finally had enough food and let go of her mouth full of sharp teeth, my lower body had already sprayed with orgasm juice.
She raised her head, paused for a moment, and continued to look at me with that evil smile, then she stretched out her sharp knife-like front paws and gently gestured at the mouth of my vagina, Oh! No! What is it going to do?
The blade gently squeezed through the gap of the tentacles, aiming at the thin flesh membrane between the urethra and vagina that had been pulled like a cicada's wing. With a gentle touch
The tender flesh that had been tensed long ago tore from the small gap like a pierced balloon,
Blood gushed out from the spasm of severe pain, but the joy brought by pain was also fierce, and it rushed me to climax in an instant. Urine, vaginal fluid, milk, orgasm white juice and blood sprayed out from my tentacle-filled vagina. There were three vaginas, but now two of them have become one.
And when she slowly moved the blade down, I knew the remaining one was about to join in.
Sure enough, she did it as usual, with a gentle stroke. The flesh wall between the anus and the vagina, which was already on the edge of collapse, was immediately torn off by the tentacles, and tore it all the way from the hole to the cervix. Before I could recover from the dizziness of the last orgasm, the climaxes brought by new pain followed one after another. The tentacles that broke through the constraints were crowded with each other in the blood, tearing the two cracks even bigger. Under the rough squeeze of the tentacles, my flesh hole gradually lost its original state and finally completely merged into a terrifying hole. The bottom edge of the hole was the once wrinkled hazel anus, but now she has been pulled into a thin one, connected to the pink vaginal wall, and the boundary between the urethral opening and the vagina is completely unrecognizable. They are all pink. Only the blood that seeps out from the gap between the hole wall and the tentacle can distinguish that position is the cut-out blade.
In the interweaving of severe pain and pleasure, I suddenly realized that this is what I want?
Am I longing for all my pussy to get the same expansion?
Now, they are really equal
More tentacles are growing from the depths of my uterus like sprouted bean seedlings, expanding the bloody vagina that is already terrifying enough to make it bigger. The flesh wall secreting mucus and milk is torn and squeezed, growing under the action of the strange toxin. I twitched the tentacles inserted from the outside and inside, rubbing the almost transparent vagina wall, and sending myself to orgasm again and again. In the end, I could feel that the amount of tentacles had reached the limit of my pelvic cavity. Under the constraints of the pelvic bones, I really couldn't accommodate more.
And this has to be thanks to the effects of the toxins injected earlier. They allow the cartilage and ligaments between the pelvic bones to extend under the expansion of tentacles. Otherwise, the pelvic mouth of a normal woman would not even reach this diameter, but they seem to be unable to expand almost infinitely like the tender flesh of the hole wall. I think this is my limit, which makes my heart full of satisfaction. Maybe this is my real wish to come here?
But when I saw the demon raise her sickle again, I began to feel a burst of fear. Her blade approached the top edge of my vagina, the part where the clitoris and the vagina were connected. In my shrill scream, she began to insert the knife ruthlessly and slowly, from the right side of the clitoris, with the back of the knife inward and the blade outward, the honey flesh cracked helplessly, and blood gushed. When it was completely inserted, it twitched back and forth like a saw-wood. I could even feel the squeaking sound of my cartilage being sawed open. Every twitch was accompanied by indescribable pain and bliss. When the last bond connecting the two pubic bones was cut, my pelvic cavity exploded.
I immediately remembered the dream about Irina. In that dream, the things contained in Irina's body far exceeded the size of the normal pelvis, but that time it seemed that the injected toxin dissolved the connection between the bones, and why?
Why do I have to encounter such a terrifying method?
Just like I knew I was free, more tentacles immediately began to grow from my body, rushing to squeeze through the small bucket-like vagina. Now my entire lower body was twisted and deformed. The two hips that had lost their connection were spread back and folded, making my hips almost completely stick together. The huge vagina wrapped with countless tentacles, together with my abdomen, protruded from the open crack between the pubic bones, completely exposed to the pelvic cavity.
Is this my real limit?
You are so lewd, Qin Ya, you are so amazing, I was silently chanting in my heart, I twitched those tentacles frantically, the pleasure of the body and psychological pleasure rushed to the peak, bright red and white liquid poured out from the gap between the tender flesh and the tentacles, and the red gradually faded, I knew that the toxins were making my body heal quickly, and in the end there was only the pleasure of love juice and the thick juice of orgasm left.
I didn't forget the completely deformed breasts. I used my tentacles to fill the pair of breasts that were supposed to be the size of a pinhole, but now her diameter is larger than the root of her breasts. Her breasts have long lost her conical appearance. Now the whole breasts look like a cylinder wrapped in a bundle of tentacles. The front end of the cylinder is the brown color of the nipples, and the light redness of the areola, and the back is the fair skin. Through the nearly transparent flesh wall, you can still see the tentacles huddled in it. Only the thick milk that pours out can prove that it was once the most beautiful and charming part of the girl.
But in the vague dimma of ecstasy, I caught a glimpse of the vampire raising its blade again, and I wanted to scream No!
, but my throat seemed uncontrollable. I could not control it. I could not see the blood-stained knife stabbing from the mons pubis into my abdomen, and cut it up gracefully and decisively, cutting it to my chest. The internal organs that had been squeezed by tentacles for a long time scattered like eels breaking the net. In the terrified cold but silent horror, the blood mist bloomed like roses, but the pleasure had not subsided. She accompanied my consciousness and faded little by little, and the darkness gradually occupied my vision...
it's over……
It's finally over...
But no, I don't want to end like that...
No…………
No……………………
(Only a fool would think it is really over... How can it end before the answer is revealed?)
When I regained consciousness again, I found that I was lying on the bed. I opened my eyes and looked around. It was not the furnishings in the house that I was familiar with. The decorations in the room were like the style that was popular twenty or thirty years ago. The windows were hung with curtains, and I couldn't see anything outside the window. Only the gentle sunlight penetrated through the curtains and swayed in the room. The woman was sitting on a chair facing the bed.
She spoke
Now you can ask, the selected person
Her voice was crisp and pleasant, and after soaking in the yellow soup for a long time, it was enough to be pleasant to hear the voices again.
What is this place? I can't wait to ask
Dream
Dream? Whose dream?
My, yours, dreamweaver, maybe others
So...Who are you? I finally remembered to continue the initial question
I am the guardian, responsible for guarding the dreamweaver's tomb
Who is the Dreamweaver you are talking about? Did he create those monsters?
Monster? She looked confused, but after a few seconds, she seemed to understand: No, it's not it
Who is that?
She looked at me and smiled like a mocking smile:
It's you
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